We then made use
of our wax lights, and all sat round a bench. My wife had as much as
she could well do to mend the rents we made in our clothes. I kept a
log, In which I put down, day by day, what we did and what we had seen;
and then Ernest wrote this out in a neat, clear hand, and made a book
of it. Fritz and Jack drew the plants, trees, and beasts which they had
found, and these were stuck in our book. Each night we took it in turns
to read the Word of God, and then all knelt down to pray ere we went to
bed. Ours was not a life of ease, it is true, but it was one of peace
and hope; and we felt that God had been so kind to us that it would be
a great sin to wish for what it did not please Him to grant us.
My wife did all she could to cheer us, and it was no strange thing for
us to find that while we were out in the rain with the live stock, she
had made some new dish, which we would scent as soon as we put our
heads in at the door. One night it was a thrush pie, the next a roast
fowl, or some wild duck soup; and once in a while she would give us a
grand feast, and bring out some of all the good things we had in store.
In the course of our stay in doors we made up our minds that we would
not spend the next time of storm and rain, when it should come round,
in the same place.
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